Bree did her level best to understand, to try to wrap her head around what it was that Ethan was saying. Her instincts told her he was telling her the truth - but only just so much. There were whole layers of truth he was keeping beneath the surface. It seemed to Bree that he was showing her an iceberg from the prow of a ship, and trying to convince her it was floating like an ice cube in a cold drink, and not concealing a mountain of treacherous ice beneath the frigid waters. 

But at the very least, there was some truth there. It was a start. Bree could work with that.

"All right," Bree said, pulling her knees to her chest, wincing in pain though she rested her chin atop her kneecaps. She let out a slow, ragged breath before taking yet another, to speak once more. "So... You can see the... Probabilities? Though in water it is... Somehow easier for you. Because water is predictable?"

It was really more of a statement than a question, and Bree chewed her lip thoughtfully, knowing she was missing something vital here, something crucial. But her body ached, her head ached - hell, she would have sworn even her brain ached. All the impossible things she had ever seen him do ran through her thoughts like a stream she was helpless to dam. Water. Probabilities...

[i]The leaf.[/i]

The leaf she had watched him play with just before he went over the edge, dancing on nothing at all but Ethan's will. There was so much Bree had seen him do, so much that should not have been - but the leaf. He had made a leaf float. She had seen it with her own eyes, and she wasn't insane, or concussed or delirious or hallucinating. 

"But how did you make that leaf float, before you went over the railing back there? What does probability have to do with that, Ethan?"